Mu Xiaoxiao's little face was getting hotter, feeling as if she was about to be sucked into his jet black pupils.
"A little closer," Yin Shaojie said in a deep and bewitching voice.
Mu Xiaoxiao paused. "Your face is so hot…"
The corner of his mouth turned up. "Dummy, it's your face that is getting hot."
She must be oblivious as to how red her face looked. It was simply… Well, it was simply tastier than a fresh strawberry.
Mu Xiaoxiao was stubborn and just wouldn't admit that she was the one who was blushing.
"No! It's clearly you…"
With a sly look, she mocked him, "Yin Shaojie, you're not having a fever again, are you? You're really useless. You're so frail."
Yin Shaojie narrowed his eyes.
Does this wretch know what she is talking about?
She actually told a man that he was weak?
Doesn't she know that in these kinds of situations, men will use women to prove that their body wasn't frail?